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Nous somme dans une date reculé de l’existence de presque tout est parfait, dans une logique de trépas. Je crois que tout peut être, de manière coordonnée assez froid et laconique. Parfois très spontané, le plus grave qu’il peut arriver c’est d’en être imbibée un peu trop, ce qui se produit, est la nonchalance nerveuse. De ces petits “party” bien abîmée qu’on se dit, j’aurais du repasser mes vinyle, près de mes califourchon. Je crois que ces moment tendre, à brisée les biscuit très dure, pas ramollie nous a bien aider, à regarder la télévision, fraîchement “spic ‘N’ span”. La gloire résiste à tout, même un bras de fer, dans l’organigramme de l’infernal tourbillons de tout ces nuits, lavé près de la radio idiote, qui nous donnais un droit de passage, dans la musique de transcendance, très navré par la voix fatiguée, de la plus grande chanteuse, de balade, des petites histoire, tomber des nues près de la cheminé.
Elle me disais, tu sait on le sait pas trop demain si ça va se rendre plus loin, je regardais au loin, je disais il y en a plein qui n’ont pas vécu leur grand rêve, il ne faut pas se saboter, je lui répétait peut-être trop tard. Moi la conquête je me disais probablement, pas très tôt que je pourrais passer mes deux mieux pour mes 3 paires de mal, on avais rien fait de mal, il ne faudrait pas s’exclure. Quand même bien que le mal existe, au moins je n’ai pas été triste. Ces gens n’avais rien de préconçu, je croyais au pire, même dans le meilleur temps.
Pourquoi on ne pourrais pas se donner de réponse, sans le préfabriqué qui nous condamne à adorer, que les principes. Ce n’est pas de toute les droits que les choses, se rend loin.
Dans quel ordre d’idée l’histoire c’est bu? probablement jusqu’au fond. J’ai fondu en larme de voir autant de chose brisée. Avec toute la maille à la cheville des choses, dans tout ça.
John suggère l’humour, seulement quand ça ne gâche pas la pluie flottante, qui se prend mal quand on est mal équipé pour dormir seule, recroquevillé en lambeaux.
In a amazing night, we get into a discussion. Get there posing is eyes on me. Looking for a great manner to ask me. I told I was not tired of living the moment. Look wisely I get a bit more interested, I check the rain falling over us. It was romantic, I feel little less uncomfortable for once. I guess I cannot have the feeling badly, I say that we could get together, which was denied first.
After the first encounter with coffee, he was amazing hair. I say I was not exacly what the world demand sometime. I like how it cross my vibe. Looking forward to the lunatic sky that get some mystery behind, dancing and floating in this madness. I told I was not a perfect person, told me, I got out of a relationship, that got behind. I say do you mind, I’m kinda of a geek. Isolated into the branch of the system, looking for peace in a moment of lots of myriad it goes beyond me, to see clear, my vision change, look at it. A good night dancing with the bright night under a good balad. I’m only happy when it rain. Which didn’t get denied. See ya tomo.
The big time I say I was somewhere in between. I look there nothing that changes, long time getting on. I would believe it flow once in a while. I keep on walking in the little place. Never I take that long path, I refuse to admit I was looking like them. I keep negotiate really near there almost a long road but today I don’t have time for that. I am willing to find someplace one day, surely hope. Living like that is a bit too much ahead. Things were living in that place. I hold my best way to go up. The perfect dream has to be relapsed, it goes further the point of no return. I guess they all silence that kind of vivid. Look upon another wall. Convey the pathway each side, get the loopback, it would do the hold. Things bring always a better way to appreciate the little bit of conjecture.
We take our shape we continue to go onto the land of desire. Everything goes away the light began to blur. It could have been. I was in a war, I was myself going to the little dark grin. Broken the glass fall into a little one that could be empty. There no way around. I am serious in not believing that it would change something. Things falling its all a mess. I get everywhere and I try everything, nothing will help convince that bothers enough to get a better way. Alone like that and it’s finished. Where is the brave new world? Why all dream says we gonna die, do we know if things are against us all the time? Where we can go free and begin back our journey and get a better vision. Another cloud going to smother another one. If we could just get any, it would rains on our shoulders, and we would be defeated, we can move clockwise, and we can also look further away just to decide that we can not afford yesterday.
I guess what I am still not really know is how far it can go. Life is a good thing to get through. When I was sitting near the place of the street, I was looking there for the night become like dust. I get twine into the brightness of the big heap. Until the snow could beat my generous and also filter all the mockery of the limb. I guess no one knows where it could have gone. My clue was purposely waiting at the pace of my window heart. Collapsing into the big circuit of this perfect land with lamp. I was searching the energy that fuel that rampage and dispute all the tiny little mark under the skin so hard I couldn’t sleep with lots of it, I was fueling to dust.
There is a way of doing it. Have to make the last laundry outside, as a bargain. I expected to get out of that city tonight, I am almost gone. It is not that I will miss something, maybe a few things but who can know. I guess I cannot win anyone here. Let’s do that or seeing from others. I am ready for that amazing night. I go where people actually lose themselves first. I never know. I am officially outside, bah, never mind it was that for 2 years with them. I guess it won’t be any different. Oh! It’s a bit cold for the one-night beginning. I get where now, I guess it will be one way or another when we look at it, I do wonder what I miss exactly. I look that place, I will never be again, it’s empty as the rest. As nothing would have helped me. Maybe I would have to lie. Nobody. Walking is the only reason I am not cynical, that should be, nothing will stand so much. I like the night, I will live on it.
It all start with the greatest day
It go beyond our trust
Make of beautiful sunset and shape
Wishing a moment happen
To go beyond the time has been
Quite enough to go someplace
Amazing all the way
Run away with the stars
Try to look surprise and caring